Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Obviously Jung also remembered the past and looked a little uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, I'll fix the yard before I leave."

Qinghuan nodded, "when are you leaving?"

For a moment, Jung felt a little uncomfortable. In this way, he heard Qinghuan say to him a year ago that he was full of discipline and tasks at that time. Such a person who met by chance really didn't have enough weight in his heart, so it didn't sound much touched.

But now it's different. Not to mention the unforgettable gratitude for saving lives, he is always a little excited about meeting an old friend in another country. Even when he looks at her thin, he will feel in a trance whether her current situation is caused by her refusal at that time.

An unspeakable guilty heart made him unable to face her.

"Eat quickly while it's hot. After eating, go back to bed and lie down. The doctor said you can't walk around at will." Qinghuan explained.

Bed... Yes, he smelled the fragrance in the bedding and knew that he still occupied Qinghuan's bed.

"Sorry, I will repay you in the future. Thank you."

"Don't thank me. Just remember to repair the yard." Qinghuan didn't look back, "and remember to give me the medicine money."

Although he knew Qinghuan couldn't see, Jung nodded heavily, "I'll give it back to you."

Qinghuan tidied up the yard and turned to the kitchen to boil water and take a bath. As for Jung, forget it, she's not so stupid as to rush to serve men.

Qinghuan tidied up the yard and his work and went back to his room early. She has a long-standing habit. Even if it is dark, she will still light the light to see writing. Especially now, she can make up a composition of music.

Jung was very quiet in the evening. The next day Qinghuan got up and opened the door to see Jung washing his face in the yard. He looked up at the sound and smiled at Qinghuan, "I made some cakes, you eat some."

Qinghuan took a basin of water, "I never eat cakes in the morning."

Jung was stunned. "Sorry, I thought you would like it."

Qinghuan pulled at the corners of his mouth, "eat by yourself, cook lunch by yourself, and I'll bring dinner back."

Qinghuan quickly finished washing, tied her hair with her fingers, cleaned up her clothes and left the yard.

Jung looked at Qinghuan's swift back and suddenly felt a burst of weakness and confusion. He tried to compensate her for being close to her, but he found he couldn't do it at all.

He wiped the water off his face, slowly moved to the kitchen and ate the cake, wondering what to prepare for her tomorrow.

Another monotonous and repetitive day.

Qinghuan didn't have a good face for Jung, but he wouldn't treat him harshly. He still sent the dinner as a pancake.

Jung did not dare to say anything. He quietly finished his dinner and went to bed in the dark.

The next day he got up earlier, burned the fire, washed the rice, and slowly boiled a pot of porridge over a small fire.

Qinghuan smiled when he saw the big pot of porridge in the kitchen. "I don't like eating cakes or porridge in the morning. You cooked my rice for half a month. What do I eat?"

Jung was at a loss and stood on her side like a child with his head down, "I'm sorry..."

He couldn't say anything but apologize. After all, he was penniless and couldn't take the initiative to apply for rescue for the time being. He even had to rely on Qinghuan to give his rations. He didn't even have the courage to say a word of compensation.

Qinghuan hissed, "the most words you have said to me is sorry, sorry, can I eat? Or can I use it as money? What did you tell me before, my kindness will be remembered, and my kindness can be appreciated. This is your gratitude to me?"

Jung raised his eyes and looked at her. Instead of being angry in his imagination, he was surprisingly calm and calm. He lowered his head again and said, "I'm sorry."

The current situation is not very bad. Jung also knows many ways to reduce her anger, but a voice in his heart tells him: No. You can't use those hypocritical means on this kind woman. He is not qualified.

He could only weakly face her interrogation with a guilty golden hair top.

"I won't eat your breakfast." Qinghuan warned him in a deep voice: "don't touch my kitchen again."